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/ They have moulded my face with a tear and a sneer. / They have sandalled me with caprice, / And the heart they have given me / Is a bag of red tissue-paper. / Their loves are ragged and fat / And seek the consolation / Of a tinkling effigy! / But even an effigy may wink / An eye at its slinking masters! / I can laugh at their frantic, tattered arms / Spinning me into impish posturings, / And jeer at the faces behind me! / After my play I go to sleep, / But they must sit, heavily looking at each other.